Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
They do, they do; and are appareled thus, Like Muscovites, or Russians, as I guess. Their purpose is to parley, to court, and dance, And every one his Love-feat will advance, Unto his several Mistress: which they'll know By favours several, which they did bestow. And will they so? the Gallants shall be tasked: For Ladies; we will every one be masked, And not a man of them shall have the grace Despite of suit, to see a Lady's face. Hold Rosaline, this Favour thou shalt wear, And then the King will court thee for his Dear: Hold, take thou this my sweet, and give me thine, So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline. And change your Favours too, so shall your Loves Woe contrary, deceived by these removes. Come on then, wear the favours most in sight. But in this changing, What is your intent? The effect of my intent is to cross theirs: They do it but in mocking merriment, And mock for mock is only my intent. Their several counsels they unbosom shall, To Loves mistook, and so be mocked withal. Upon the next occasion that we meet, With Visages displayed to talk and greet. But shall we dance, if they desire us too't? No, to the death we will not move a foot, Nor to their penned speech render we no grace: But while 'tis spoke, each turn away his face. Why that contempt will kill the keeper's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part. Therefore I do it, and I make no doubt, The rest will ere come in, if he be out. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown: To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own. So shall we stay mocking intended game, And they well mocked, depart away with shame. The Trumpet sounds, be masked, the maskers come. All hail, the richest Beauties on the earth. Beauties no richer than rich Taffeta. A holy parcel of the fairest dames that ever turned their backs to mortal views. Their eyes villain, their eyes. That ever turned their eyes to mortal views. Out True, out indeed. Out of your favours heavenly spirits vouchsafe Not to behold. Once to behold, rogue. Once to behold with your Sun beamed eyes, With your Sun beamed eyes. They will not answer to that Epithet, You were best call it Daughter beamed eyes. They do not mark me, and that brings me out. Is this your perfectness? be gone you rogue. What would these strangers? Know their minds Boyet. If they do speak our language, 'tis our will That some plain man recount their purposes. Know what they would? What would you with the Princes? Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. What would they, say they? Nothing but peace, and gentle visitation. Why that they have, and bid them so be gone. She says you have it, and you may be gone. Say to her we have measured many miles, To tread a Measure with you on the grass.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
They do, they do; and are apparel'd thus, Like Muſcouites, or Ruſſians, as I geſſe. Their purpoſe is to parlee, to court, and dance, And euery one his Loue-feat will aduance, Vnto his ſeuerall Miſtreſſe: which they'll know By fauours ſeuerall, which they did beſtow. And will they ſo? the Gallants ſhall be taskt: For Ladies; we will euery one be maskt, And not a man of them ſhall haue the grace Deſpight of ſute, to ſee a Ladies face. Hold Roſaline, this Fauour thou ſhalt weare, And then the King will court thee for his Deare: Hold, take thou this my ſweet, and giue me thine, So ſhall Berowne take me for Roſaline. And change your Fauours too, ſo ſhall your Loues Woo contrary, deceiu'd by theſe remoues. Come on then, weare the fauours moſt in ſight. But in this changing, What is your intent? The effect of my intent is to croſſe theirs: They doe it but in mocking merriment, And mocke for mocke is onely my intent. Their ſeuerall counſels they vnboſome ſhall, To Loues miſtooke, and ſo be mockt withall. Vpon the next occaſion that we meete, With Viſages diſplayd to talke and greete. But ſhall we dance, if they deſire vs too't? No, to the death we will not moue a foot, Nor to their pen'd ſpeech render we no grace: But while 'tis ſpoke, each turne away his face. Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart, And quite diuorce his memory from his part. Therefore I doe it, and I make no doubt, The reſt will ere come in, if he be out. Theres no ſuch ſport, as ſport by ſport orethrowne: To make theirs ours, and ours none but our owne. So ſhall we ſtay mocking entended game, And they well mockt, depart away with ſhame. The Trompet ſounds, be maskt, the maskers come. All haile, the richeſt Beauties on the earth. Beauties no richer then rich Taffata. A holy parcell of the faireſt dames that euer turn'd their backes to mortall viewes. Their eyes villaine, their eyes. That euer turn'd their eyes to mortall viewes. Out True, out indeed. Out of your fauours heauenly ſpirits vouchſafe Not to beholde. Once to behold, rogue. Once to behold with your Sunne beamed eyes, With your Sunne beamed eyes. They will not anſwer to that Epythite, You were beſt call it Daughter beamed eyes. They do not marke me, and that brings me out. Is this your perfectneſſe? be gon you rogue. What would theſe ſtrangers? Know their mindes Boyet. If they doe ſpeake our language, 'tis our will That ſome plaine man recount their purpoſes. Know what they would? What would you with the Princes? Nothing but peace, and gentle viſitation. What would they, ſay they? Nothing but peace, and gentle viſitation. Why that they haue, and bid them ſo be gon. She ſaies you haue it, and you may be gon. Say to her we haue meaſur'd many miles, To tread a Meaſure with you on the graſſe.